Someone
Adventurer
The man has an unkempt beard he scratches while speaking. His dirty clothes are quite smelly, now that you´ve the time to discern such details.
"I´m Oren. I was on my way, returning after speaking with the lizardmen"
"And what do you expect?" he says. "Not many tread this marshes, and of them not many are nice people. She" says looking at Eroin "tried to sneak on us, and your orc was ready to strike at your command."
The crossbows lie in the sand, and you notice they seem to be of very fine construction, as the scimitars are: light, well balanced and sharp.
"I´m Oren. I was on my way, returning after speaking with the lizardmen"
"And what do you expect?" he says. "Not many tread this marshes, and of them not many are nice people. She" says looking at Eroin "tried to sneak on us, and your orc was ready to strike at your command."
The crossbows lie in the sand, and you notice they seem to be of very fine construction, as the scimitars are: light, well balanced and sharp.